Nightmare

Behind the darkness under the pine cone trees, a young lady that had the name of the devil running inside her mind- stepped out into the white moonlight, carrying a shovel in her right hand and another person's hand in her left. The blood that tinted her white gown belonged to Henry, the well-built son of the Donton's family, who was then laying under her strength and pathetically waited to get buried alive.

Then just like another night routine of hers, her shovel toiled away the dirt. Piling it up and up. It covered his legs, next, his waist-, but then stopped. The tiresome Henry kept lifting his jaw above the soil to save his last breaths which had effectively irritated the girl.

“Do you have any good last words?” The lady asked, digging the shovel’s head into the ground.

Henry furrowed his brows. “Not to you…” He then turned his head away.

The lady rolled her eyes. “Well, then!” She grabbed the shovel again.

"But to other Vermouth," Henry sighed and chuckled. "Jax only loves one girl."

The words cut right through her black heart, leveraged the boiling anger and blew off all of her sense of morality. There, she shoved a pile of dirt into Henry's pity mouth and slit it open.

Shortly afterward, her palms swept the last pile of soil upon the gray skins. The feeling of soundlessness and coldness of the ground gradually eased the demon in the girl's chest. As she was immersing in covering the body with the blackness of night, a beam of golden light rose over her head. "A brand-new sunshine of October 30th, 2004," I mouthed in her mind.

***

Ensuingly, I woke up finding myself pacing through the forest, dodged the eyes in the hallways of my house, and finished with scrubbing my nightgown in the bathtub of my room. It was poor-noticing myself, reckoning that it was the same thing to keep overlooking my other half. But the selfish side of me voiced in my father's words, "if it gets any worse, I have to send you to the psychiatric hospital.” I got up, cut off the end thought and left.

"October 30th, 2004, at 7 o'clock, when the sun is still golden. Meet me under the crown of heaven," I read the secret love note lustfully aloud. But the name at the rear end of the paper made me suppress my tongue a bit, "Jax."

"Vermouth," I caught a low whisper from over my left shoulder. Jax's face poked out from a tree- revealing a gentle smile. It was that kind of look that a girl would fantasize about growing old seeing it.

"You're late," I pouted as I came near and fixed his crooked tie. Different from his face, his clothes were always the same. Only one body guard's suit that my dad gave him-he wore it every day.

"Vermouth!" a strong voice echoed in the forest. Abruptly, my eyes widened when it recalled whose voice was.

"Dad! It-it-it's not what you think it is," I ran towards my dad and raised my voice to divert his attention from Jax.

"Jax, come with me!" my dad turned his back, walled against us and walked back to the house.

"You're my guard, you-what you're doing? How many years-you worked for me?" my ears forced itself to emerge with the thick wood door. But still, only a few faint words got to my understanding. "Pack up-...bring Vermou-in here now," I jolted in the mention of my name. Then like a sheep, I bolted to my room and locked myself up through the day. Coming out would mean that another lame blind date arranged by my dad or witnessing Jax losing his job because of me.

"If only I could have another ending," wires began tightening around the end of my throat as the thought suffocated me. Then hot tears subtly rolled down my cheeks, "I hate my dad!" A shot of realization -- I noticed what I was leaning towards when I witnessed my fist tightly curled into a ball of vexation. My hand then seized the pill bottle next to my bed horrifyingly and forced it down my throat. "Please let me be in bed when I wake up," I prayed when I came for a rest on my bed and heard the heartbeat slowly drop.

One's blood on the knife that hung between my palms. The same moonlight that always shone on my face from the darkness. And a body. Neither Alex's, nor Justin's or Henry's, nor anybody that had ever laid dead below my shadow. It was my dad's.

"Mr. Villin! Mr.Villin!" Jax's shoutings stirred me awake. When my eyes finally adjusted to the night light, I perceived myself to be rounded up in such a familiar scenario again. Except that it was not the usual chilly soil that my foot always felt this time, it was a concrete floor. The body was thrown-down, face-flat on the floor, but I knew who it was. I could only recollect one's face in the nightmare before I woke up. It was my dad.

Abruptly, a loud thud sound struck. It was like a lightning bolt that struck on the door from behind me, flying bits of wood scratched into my face. The door was breaking down little by little gaps that shone sheds of light into the room. Like a usual rat I always was, I sprinted away in the wardrobe and secreted in farther darkness.

I heard the door broke down. Screams vibrantly echoed. Jax commanded the maid and the hustler to go and call the police while saying that he would guard the crime scene.

"I just wanted to have an ending where the troubles would all vanish. And now, it has indeed changed, yet-ended up tying more knots into my hands," the bitterness of grief started taking over me when I took into realization. "Where the troubles came from, it all started from me," a thought that had matured right into a determination. "Let’s end it here." The presence of the knife in my right hand came alive again. Then it slowly rose, and down fast it went.

The body leaned upon the doors and collapsed in front of the light - banishing the nightmare.